Finished Ackroyd's Hawksmoor. I wish someone would do for Tokyo what he does for London except you can't, because Tokyo streets have no names. It was enlightening however to go online and look at the real churches involved, which seem much less ominous than Ackroyd writes them. And then I look again and enh, dunno. Hellenic architectural motifs plastered (literally) onto grimy London edifices are a bit weird and uneasy-making after all.
There's the other thing about Tokyo. Buildings don't last three hundred years there so the past never gets a chance to pile up in the masonry.